Daily Archives: July 4, 2017

Shavelle’s massage therapist is running late, so she decides to get started without him. Getting naked and climbing onto the padded table, she pumps a handful of oil into her palm and glides her hands over her luscious body. Gleaming and slick with lubricant, her hands begin kneading her tight muscles, but soon find their way to the dusky-skinned beauty’s sensitive erogenous zones. Rubbing her huge, oily boobs and slick, swollen pussy, she becomes so hot and worked up that she jumps off the table to get a flesh-colored dildo of impressive girth. Jamming the sex toy into her hot, slutty mouth, dirty fantasies running through her head, she attempts to deep-throat the plastic phallus, but triggers her gag reflex, bringing on a vasovagal, syncopal episode.

Which would be no big deal for most people. Unfortunately, Shavelle, like many others, has an undiagnosed prolonged QT syndrome, making her prone to cardiac arrhythmias, such as torsades de pointes and ventricular fibrillation. Unable to properly circulate blood and oxygen, her brain shuts down and she falls into a coma on the massage table.

Her massage therapist walks in seconds later. Believing his client to be sleeping, he begins to rub more oil on her sexy, but unresponsive, body. It isn’t until he tries to get her to turn over that he realizes Shavelle’s dire situation. Luckily, in most states and territories, licensing bodies for bodyworkers and massage therapists require them to maintain active certification for CPR and basic life support. The masseuse immediately begins chest compressions and rescue breaths. When this fails to get a response, he rushes out to get his defibrillator. Many people laughed when he purchased the medical device, mostly because he lacked the background to get into an advanced cardiac life support class, a requirement to legally owning such a device, but who’s laughing now?

He shocks the hot, naked girl on the table, again and again, her body going rigid and her hips bucking off the table each time the current passes through her. Alternating between the defibrillator and manual compressions, the man works desperately to save his client’s life. After one, well-placed shock, Shavelle’s head jerk’s up and she gasps, lungs struggling to work again. Relief floods into the therapist and he hugs Shavelle tight, her resuscitation nothing short of a miracle. The naked woman seems unfazed with her close brush with death, eschewing an immediate visit to an actual doctor for her therapist’s hands squeezing her huge, oily boobs. Only much later will it be discovered that her cardiac event led to cerebral anoxia and brain damage, primarily in her frontal lobes, drastically reducing her judgement and IQ, and reducing her inhibitions. Her therapist has written a best-selling book about her and her condition, while continuing to fuck the shit out of her.